First day of school??

While it may seem trivial to some, to me and the people who really know me, today was a huge step in getting back to myself at the core. I started my first class in a new degree, in a new direction of my life. My first journalism class. The beginning of writing with a purpose and a goal and actually getting graded on it. Yikes.

I must admit, while the class is 3 loooooong hours (hours that cut into my House obsession), I have never taken a course that felt so....RIGHT. For once when I looked at the syllabus I didn't cringe when I saw the assignment/quiz/final requirements. Its all writing. Writing in our own style, capturing news and events. This is more of a nerd club for me than a class. I predict a fun and easy A...but you never know lol

I've taken my share of course in my life, some I absolutely hated, some I dreaded with the fear that only seeing a shark would compare, others were easy and I knew the material, but never an actual FUN class.

Let this be the first of many.

Yay for having the class moved from one building to a room on the opposite end of campus. I only spent 30 minutes attempting to navigate a construction filled school and probably lost a good 5 lbs walking and sweating my ass off. All in all, I made it and the teacher wasn't mad, seeing as how 5 more people rolled into the room after me. All panting and sweating just like me.

Was there some kind of national holiday today?

First and foremost, I like football. I really do. When there's nothing else to watch on TV and I'm sick in bed and can't go outside. It's incredible to me how many people were glued to their couches and TVs today and probably didn't even notice how gorgeous it was outside all day.

Facebook was nothing but comment after comment about how terrible the anthem was, how terrible the halftime show was...I'm not even sure people watched the actual game. Does anyone actually give a crap which win-less team took the trophy this year?

All this said, I have to thank each and every single one of you lazy fuckers for staying home and off the streets for the entire day. It made my drive down the coast so much more pleasant without having to sit in traffic to get to the beach. I enjoyed an entire beach to myself, where usually I'd have to fight for parking and look at pasty hairy bodies "tanning" their way to prettiness.

I moved my workout to the beach where the weather was absolutely AMAZING. The water was crisp, the air had a cool breeze and the sun warmed just enough. 2 hours spent doing sprints in the sand and relaxing.

I wish it was Superbowl Sunday every Sunday. Who won, anyway?

P.S. Sprints in the sand are a total ass whooping experience. And I shall do it every Sunday from now on. Please stay away from Sycamore Cove...its far too long of a drive, you know it and I know it. Just hang home and....I dunno, grill something.

Promises kept

Sometime last year in the midst of feeling like my life was slipping away from my control and feeling like that light at the end of the tunnel was a giant freight train about to smash me to smithereens, I had a talk with myself. I seem to do that a lot. Anyway, this talk was real, genuine, and sincere. I had returned from yet another doctor's appointment with zero answers and even less energy and desire to keep living, let alone looking for answers that nobody seemed to give a crap about finding. I had been called a liar, a hypochondriac, and been told that I'm fine and everything is in my head.
I sat and cried because I seemed to be the only one that knew and believed that something was indeed wrong and nobody was going to help me figure it out. I made a promise to myself to not only not give up looking for a doctor that would help me figure things out but once I did figure things out, I would make a goal to participate in some sort of marathon or triathlon.

So there it is. A promise to myself. I found a doctor that gave a crap and is helping me pick my life up from the earth. I'm feeling better every day. The next step is to fulfill my other promise.

Today, I looked up perspective triathlons. I hate running so I figured I can find a sprint triathlon instead of just a boring marathon. This way the swimming and biking could keep my brain occupied and entertained enough to ignore the fact that I need to RUN.

This is just the first step. Now I need to pick a goal date and start training for it. It seems most triathlon training programs take at least 15-23 weeks. I'll be doing it on my own, since nobody else really deserves to help me now. I took the steps to getting better on my own, I want to train on my own and finish this on my own and as a thank you to both, myself and my doctor that took the time to listen to me.

There is a sprint triathlon in the San Francisco Bay area every year on or around my birthday. It's impressive but unrealistic to train for this year...but next year, I am there. It will be a mile stone for not just my health but also my 30th year of life on this earth. Scary. But what better way to do it?

Breath of fresh air.

I really enjoy meeting new people that grab my attention from the moment we say hi. Either I'm too much of a conceited brat most days to notice when I meet people like this, or it just doesn't happen that often. 

I can count on one hand the people that have captured me this way. I guess it's a good thing to keep it to a minimum. Keeps them that much more special and makes me that much more appreciative of having them in my life. 

Step by step! (and now you have that song stuck in your head too..you're welcome)

It feels really nice to accomplish even the smallest goals in life. 

One step at a time I get my life to the place where I left it a while back. Inching my way back into school to get that degree in something I've figured out I love to do. Getting that damn laptop fixed that I've wanted for some time. Staying on schedule with the workouts. Pushing myself to always do something that I'd put off in the past. 

Still building my Rome. One day at a time. Tired daily but feeling accomplished daily as well. I'll take that any day. 

The good burn

Today, while in the upward sun stroking dog facing pose in yoga, I understood how much I love pushing my body past the point of where it hurts and cramps and feels unnatural. I cursed in 3 different languages (one of which I made up) when they asked me to do the backward bridge and raise my left leg....annnnnndddd hold.

I realize how poor my balance and stamina has gotten and I must admit that while the overall motivation to workout every day is there, the daily battle is still there. I feel like closing myself in the gym and not letting myself out until I reach that daily goal. But, alas, I has no gym pass and I'm far too stubborn and unwilling to shell out any kind of money for a membership. I think gyms rip off the people that actually go every day. Although, I do miss the days where I used to go anytime I wanted and at the wee hours of the night to sweat and laugh with the night owls.

Either way, P90 is doing the job for now.

Memory status: 88% in use.

Sometimes it scares me to realize how technologically skilled I am. I mean really. I know things that no normal person should know about computer networking, wiring, splicing, soldering, etc...let alone a GIRL. 

It's annoying and amusing all at once. 

And I wish I could say it stops at gadgets and electronics, no, it's cars, health, home, animals...you name it, I know something that I learned like 12 years ago and it just stuck in my head for some real life trivia game. Isn't our brain like a sponge? Sponges get full, right?

Maybe this is why I can't focus when people are talking to me and there's a peanut butter, jelly and banana sandwich in front of me. 

You should really take advantage of this while I still know shit, cos you never know when I might decide to start purging info to start storing new crap...like how to pay attention to a boss that has no idea what the hell he's talking about. :)